I remember driving into Cape Coral for the first second. The toll booth. The bridge. The glistening waters of this Caloosahatchee River speckled with recreational boaters. I remember the tingly feeling I got at advantages point of the Cape Coral Bridge, looking over a place which would soon become my new home. Canals and tropical palm trees. Boats in back yards. Cement houses. Lots of dark green and blue. Developed just as I pictured it is and so different from the places I’d known until in this case.